The top of Wanling Mountain.
The blood hand man slaughtered his hands tightly together for unknown time, the veins were violent, and his chest was like a blower, violently ups and downs. Since he became famous, when has he received such insults and died if he didn't hand him over. It was really a big tone, I really thought that he slaughtered the ants on the ground, allowing you to control life and death at will! ! !
But the remaining reason in his heart told him that he had to endure at this moment, he had to endure, and a godless person was already tricky enough, plus the giant spirit god general Juyishan who was no more under him, and that he could not be weaker than him. There are so many desperate swordsmen Jing Wuming, he has no chance of winning, even a little careless, even running away is an extravagant hope! ! !
Of course, it is also impossible for him to hand over the Fenglei Fruit. The five-star spirit fruit has almost become a legend. It is the luck of his life to get one. If he wants to get one again, he stepped on it every day. Shit is useless. This is his only chance to surpass Shen Wushuang and become the first person in the young generation. No one wants to be trampled underfoot for a lifetime, let alone slaughter such a peerless evildoer and defeat Shen Wushuang. It's all his long-cherished wish! ! !
And once he loses Feng Lei Guo, he is afraid that he will never have the opportunity to break through the realm of Wuzong in his entire life. As long as he has enough resources, he is willing to work hard and cultivate hard to break through the realm of Wuhou. There are often seven out of ten. Eight people can take that step, but if you want to cultivate to the realm of Wuzong, it is almost impossible. It is the spiritual line of the lower rank of the sixth rank. Out of ten, only one or two people can successfully set foot in the realm of Wuzong, the next level. Among the quasi-sixth-rank spiritual lineages, one person out of a hundred can enter the Wuzong realm, that would be regarded as the smoke from the ancestral tomb, and the ordinary seventh-ranking bloodliners, let alone impact the Wuzong realm, can Wuhou achieve great perfection, It's all a big unknown! ! !
"Slaughter, don't make mistakes!!!" Shen Wushuang's cold voice was a little bit impatient. If Slaughter is no longer interesting, even at the risk of being discovered by those big monsters, he will be amazed! ! !
The five-star spirit fruit-Fengleiguo, he is determined to win, who dares to snatch Fengleiguo from him, that is his unparalleled enemy! ! !
"Shen Wushuang, you... Don't force me..." Tu Jiie's voice trembled, and the anger in his heart rose to the extreme. Suddenly, Tu Jiie's eyes turned. As if thinking of something, I glanced around on Ju Yishan and Jing Wuming, a bit of playfulness, "Are you sure you want to join forces with Shen Wushuang? Don’t forget, there is only one Feng Lei fruit, killing me, you guys. Feel that we can win Shen Wushuang? How about we first solve Shen Wushuang together, and then decide where the spirit fruit belongs?"
"Damn!!!" Shen Wu's double-faced color changed slightly, and a vicious flash flashed in his eyes. The slaughter was really ruthless. If he was really instigated by Ju Yishan and Jing Wuming, he would want Feng Lei Guo again. It's difficult. Tu Jiu and Ju Yishan fight alone. No one is his opponent, but the two of them work together and vaguely contend with him. Adding a not weak Jing Wuming, even if he can win, he will be able to win. It takes a lot of effort, even a painful price, the most important thing is this Wanling Mountain where monsters are rampant! ! !
No way! He must not be allowed to succeed! ! !
"Junior Brother Ju, this Fenglei Fruit must be the item of our Iron Sword Sect. We have solved this massacre first, and then our two brothers will use their strength to determine where this Fenglei Fruit belongs?" After a turn of his mind, Shen Wu turned to the giant. Yishan Transmission said.
Ju Yishan groaned slightly, nodded, and said, "Brother God, what he said is very true, this Feng Lei Guo must belong to my Iron Sword Sect!!!"
It's okay to compete with the same door, but in the face of foreign enemies, you still have to be consistent with each other. In this regard, Juyishan is still very principled! ! !
"Huh!!!" Seeing Ju Yishan nodded in agreement, Shen Wushuang's heart was immediately loose, and then directed at Jing Wuming not far away, "Brother Jing, this wind and thunder fruit is bound to be won by the Iron Sword Sect. , I also ask Brother Jing to give me a face, and I would like to thank you with 30,000 middle-grade spirit stones!!!"
"This..." Jing Wuming groaned for a while, making him just give up Feng Leiguo, he was extremely unwilling, but if he didn't give up, Shen Wushuang would definitely not give up with him.
at this time... ... ...
"Brother Jing, do you not even give me this little face to wait for my brother?" An urn sound of urn gas sounded from the Juyi Mountain Pass, and the copper bell-sized eyes were full of warnings.
"You..." Jing Wuming became angry, really thinking that Jing Wuming is a dish, can you knead it at will? But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed it again. The combination of Excalibur Wushuang Shen Wushuang plus the giant spirit god General Juyishan is really too powerful, even if he joins forces with Tuxie, it is absolutely impossible to be. Their opponents, even if they were lucky enough to retreat from Shen Wushuang and Ju Yishan, he alone would not be able to fight for the slaughter, "Fine, just withdraw now!!!"
After some entanglement, Jing Wuming still chose to compromise. There are 30,000 middle-grade spirit stones, which is not too bad! ! !
Although the value of 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones is far less than Fengleiguo, it is not a small sum. It is almost half of his worth. This is still the past month, after the price of a large number of elixir has skyrocketed, if it were in January Before, even if he sold him, he couldn't get 30,000 middle-grade spirit stones.
Miles away from the number of Shen Wushuang Fours, there was a person approaching them quickly at a terrifying speed several times the speed of sound.
This black shadow is not someone else, it is Yang Fan. Just now, he found Shen Wushuang passing by in the sky, and he immediately caught up with him, ready to take the opportunity to solve the first person of this young giant. He never expected that he would be upset at any time. In the game, there is such a huge gain! ! !
"Feng Lei Guo, I must get him anyway!!!" Yang Fan's eyes flickered. With this Feng Lei Guo, he didn't need to waste the blood spirit fruit in two and let his parents take it. Only a complete spiritual fruit can exert its full efficacy. Once eaten separately, the efficacy of the drug will be more or less lost. It is fortunate that parents can absorb the four levels of the blood spiritual fruit.
A blood spirit fruit, a wind thunder fruit, and a few blood spirit grasses he collected will be enough to raise the bloodline of his father and mother to the middle of the seventh rank, or even the upper rank of the seventh rank, and his father is already practicing The wind attribute technique has swallowed the fruit of wind and thunder, and achieved the body of wind and thunder in the day after tomorrow. The dual cultivation of wind and thunder is complementary to each other. The future achievements will definitely not be much worse than these young giants.
"Silhouette, I will ask you one last time, Feng Leiguo, do you want to pay or not?" After finishing Ju Yishan and Jing Wuming, Shen Wushuang's eyes turned, his cold eyes swept towards the killing again, with unlimited killing. , Has reached the limit of patience.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Tu Mie’s eyes. If he could counter Juyishan and Jing Wuming, and the three of them would solve Shen Wushuang first, then it would be easy to have only Juyishan and Jing Wuming, but it would be a pity that everything fell short. Soon, that touch of disappointment was replaced by brutality, "Huh, Shen Wushuang, I want Feng Lei Guo unless I step through the corpse of this seat!!!"
Shen Wushuang's repeated and repeated persecution finally fully aroused the ferocity of massacre. Since this battle is inevitable, let's fight hard. Shen Wushuang is powerful, but his massacre is not easy to provoke! ! !
Whoever wants to snatch his Feng Lei Guo will pay a painful price! ! !
But at this moment...
"Then you go to die!!!" An unfamiliar voice rang in the ears of the four of them. In an instant, a dark shadow was seen, cutting through the void with lightning speed, and heading towards the massacre. ! ! !
"Things that do not know whether they live or die, die for this seat!!!" When he saw Yang Fan's young face clearly, the anger in Tu Jie's heart was instantly exploded, and Shen Wushuang deceived him. After all, they are the younger generation. He is recognized as the first person, but what is this kid in front of him, really thinking that by luck, he won the first place on the personal list, thinking that he is invincible in the world? Or do you think he is really bullying to slaughter
"Dead! Blood Slaughter Handprint!!!"
With a shout of anger, Slaughter stunned, and countless blood bursts out of his body. In an instant, he formed a big hand that covered the sky and the sun. This big hand, full of acres of fields up and down, flashed with countless strange things. There are countless demon heads flashing in the runes, the breath is terrifying, bloody and mysterious.
When the big hand fell, the space in all directions reminded of the terrifying screams, which filled the space between the sky and the earth. The sound was like the howling of a ghost and the roar of the devil. It made people horrified, trembling, and deep in the soul. I tremble at it, and I can't afford to resist at all! ! !
Moreover, its speed, ten times the speed of sound, makes it impossible for people to dodge, and its power is extremely terrifying, and it can easily explode the planet. Wherever it passes, the void bursts like a mirror! ! !
It's too late to say, then soon! ! !
"The people of the earth-falling dog, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!!!" Yang Fan sneered with disdain, the power of the fleshy shell was slightly shocked, and immediately there was a burst of shout, "Break for me!!!"
"Rumble!!!"
A terrifying force that seemed to come from ancient times, centered on Yang Fan, erupted. Wherever this force went, the crystal walls of the space were as if paper-stuffed, and instantly shattered. The terrifying aura of a real human form, directly Disintegrate the big hand that covers the sky into slag, completely disintegrated! ! !
"Ah... how is it possible, how is it possible...." The voice of Slaughter was unbelievable, as if seeing a ghost in the legend. This was his angry blow. Although the blood slaughter handprint is not his best Strong killer move, but also one of his stunts, even the aloof Wuhou ancestor, it is absolutely impossible to break his killer move with just a roar.
at this time... ... ...
Yang Fan's body was constantly enlarged in the slaughtered pupils, as if the ancient gods were resurrected, the power of the ancient gods was resurrected, and the power was invincible. In a flash, he took away all his mind! ! !
"dead!!!"
"Rumble!!!"
Yang Fan fell with a palm, surpassing the power of tens of billions of cauldrons, and suddenly burst out. This is an invincible force that can kill even the top demon generals. Although the slaughter is powerful, it is barely able to compete with the upper demon generals. What's more, it was still in a state of absence.
The result can be imagined! ! !
The huge head was slaughtered, bursting like a watermelon, blood and brains were scattered all over the ground, and the headless corpse fell to the ground feebly, but before he fell to the ground, Yang Fan was put into the bag of the universe. .
"Dead...dead, slaughter... slaughtered... just like this, he... how could he be so strong, How could it be so strong... "
"One palm kills and slaughters, even some Wuhou can not do it. He... how big he is, how can he have this kind of power!!!"
The three people who were about to see how the massacre tortured Yang Fan were struck by lightning. Even the first giant of the young generation, Shen Wushuang, couldn’t help taking a breath. The blood-handed massacre was not. Whatever weak person, even if he uses his assassin's mace, he may not be able to give him a second kill with a sword, not to mention that it is as easy as Yang Fan to slap it.
Jing Wuming, the weakest desperate swordsman, almost collapsed, yelling, "Roar! Old ancestor, you pit me! You pit me!!!"